Who I am and who I want to be are equally strange people
when they speak
What I hear and what I listen for are both silent
when they hear me
What I know and what I think are both make believe
when they flutter about
What I see and what I want to see are both out of sight
when I open my eyes
What I feel and what I touch are never really anything at all
when they meet
Who I hold onto and who I dream to be both stay alive
when I hold them together
